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So, here I am again…
What is going on in my life?
Well, that’s the reason I haven’t been posting much: nothing. Nothing is going on in my life.
I quite like it, it’s not so stressful, and it allows me time to do fun stuff, to rest and to deal with my issues.
2011 has been a particularly bad year for me, with a lot of deaths and bad stuff. I’ve also been ill a lot, but this year is almost over – which gives me hope. When I look back at my life from now on, 2011 will be viewed as a black little space in my lifeline, but I want to come out of it and in later years be able to say “That year was shit, but you won’t believe all the fun I had in 2012!”

I have been a good girl and paid attention to Uni and coursework, I’ve actually showed up for all my lectures and seminars, and if I’ve missed a seminar, I’ve always arranged to go to another seminar to catch up with what I’ve lost. So I haven’t missed a thing. 🙂
I’ve also become a Departmental representative (Dep Rep), which turned out to be way more than expected.  When they pitch the position to you, they say “You’ll be representing all your fellow students in your department, and all you have to do is to go to four meetings per academic year”, which sounds simple enough, even though you learn during your first year that you’ve got about 200 fellow students. So being the Dep Rep for the Sociology department, I expected to represent 200 Sociology(Soc) students for the 2. year, and I expected there to be at least one other Rep alongside me. I was partly right in both expectations. I DO represent 200 Sociology students with at least one other Rep. But we’re four reps so far(from the 2. year Soc Students), and we represent both 2. and 3. year! Which means we’re representing about 400 students! And then there was the surprising turn of us also representing the MCS (Media and Cultural Study) students, which makes it about 800 people to represent! I find this hard to believe though, as we don’t have anything to so with these students, but the information I’ve got so far seems to point in that direction. I must admit, this whole Dep Rep job is a bit confusing, because we seem to only get information on a ‘need-to-know’-basis, except during the meetings, because then we get a lot of information on all sorts of stuff. It wasn’t until I got the first e-mail that I realised I’m in a some committee as well, and have to attend meetings with them. And then I got another e-mail about another committee, and another about yet another, and so on. Apparently, I am part of so many aspects of student/staff – student/university committees and organisations, I can’t even keep count. But I receive e-mails with details on where and when, so I manage to go to them (all except from one). And I’m still kind of liking it, even though it’s way more than expected.

If you’ve read some of my blog before, you might remember me saying that I wanted to get involved in projects where I help with and deal with children. I have been looking and looking, but apparently my searches have not been of good quality, because I’ve only just found something! But I’m way too excited about it to be sad that I couldn’t get involved at an earlier stage 😀 LUSU involve hasn’t been of any interest to me until after I became a Dep Rep, and it wasn’t until a friend of mine signed up for some of these projects, that I really started appreciating them. Hopefully, I’ll get the ever lovely Fani to join me on some of this too 🙂

But let’s move over to my more personal life, and end this whole educational rant 😛
With all my free time now, I’ve spent a whole lot of it catching up with different series and watched, and re-watched, a few films – which is one of the things I sort of need to do from time to time now, since I need to tire myself out mentally to be able to sleep or at least rest. But I’ve found a new show I’m sure a lot of you have heard of before, and I am in love – on so many levels!
American Horror Story, anyone? Heard of it? Yeah? No? Well, it is splendid! And the intro/opening alone is just… wow. If scary/horror-themed things could actually turn me on,  I’d be an open flame of sexual drives after watching it! The giddy feeling I get from it though, and the sort of… Love… I feel for the sheer fiction of it just overwhelms me when I think too hard about it.


As you can see, this video is mirrored, but it’s the best version I can find for now, so bare with it.

And one can obviously guess who I immediately fell in love with. Tate. Wow. It’s such a weird, twisted, sick thing and as if “falling in love” with a fictional character alone isn’t “bad” enough, I had to fall for the most twisted of them all. The dude is psycho, and I can’t help but think “don’t worry too much about it, you’re still allowed to like him!” As if?! If this was real life, I’d be sick even thinking about liking someone like that! But, luckily, this isn’t real life 😉

I have also re-discovered KoЯn, and how much I love them!
  

I have also re-discovered eBay! And MAN am I having fun!
I have ordered so many things by now, and I don’t know what to do with myself O_O
I have absolutely no self control when it comes to buying cheap stuff online xD
I’ve even bought the whole series of ‘The Chronicles of Narnia’ for £7.5 WITH SHIPPING!
I DID bid on the first edition of ‘The Chronicles of Narnia – The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe’, but my friend, being the little fucker he is, OVERBID ME! FIVE SECONDS BEFORE THE END! )@=(¤¤#%&(&/)(=”¤/”=!!!! I’m happy for him and all, but I wanted that book!
I have also bought some very amazing steampunk goggles, and as soon as I get them, I promise I will post a few pictures *overly happy* ❤

And last but not least, I have developed a passion for origami!
I’ve been making butterflies since *insert* after going to a Christian summer camp(don’t ask -___-), and I’ve sort of been known for leaving little butterflies here and there for people to find 🙂 Among those people are Charlotte, my flatmate, I left here some on her bed before I went home for the summer(together with a short letter), but I haven’t thought much of it until she the other day asked me “Do you know how to make paper swans?”
“Ehh… no?”
Two minutes pass.
“Do you want me to know how to make paper swans?”
And this resulted in an army of little paper things now residing in her room 🙂
At this point, I know how to make butterflies, swans, cranes, dragons, hearts, stars, elephants, orchids, koi, rose(sort of), and I’m continuously learning new things to make! Tomorrow, Charlotte and I are planning a little Creative Christmas Workshop for ourselves, where we’ll be making our own Christmas decorations, and I’ll try out some new origami techniques – I CAN HARDLY CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT FOR THIS! 😀 We’ll be going shopping early tomorrow, trying to find candles and glitter and pretty paper and all sorts of fun arts and crafts stuff – and in the evening we’ll be creating Christmas in our home! 😀 This will be so much fun! =^__^=

OrigaME

OrigaME

MOrigami

MOrigami

Origasm

Origasm

This means I have also gone on eBay and ordered a whole lot of origami paper xD
But it’s worth it – definitely!

I guess this will be it from me for today.
I’ll see you in another life when we both are cats 🙂

– L A<3

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Well, I don’t know about the ‘Wisdom’ part, but I am old now, and they keep telling me that with age comes wisdom, so I’ll just go with it.

I have decided to do some changes with my life in regards of academic and career-option opportunities, and have therefor signed up to become a Departmental Representative for Sociology. AND I MADE IT THROUGH! I am now officially a Dep Rep! WOOHOO! And I’m even planning on accepting any offer of a position within this opportunity 😀

And I’ve been looking into some charity things, as I have been doing for the last year or so, and finally found something which sounds a bit interesting! International Student Volunteering! http://www.isvolunteers.org/
It just sounds SO fun and interesting, but it’s quite expensive, and the information I’ve gathered is not fulfilling. But I’m going to a meeting tomorrow to get more information 🙂 I really wish I could combine the Volunteer projects of the Dominican Repubic, and the adventure part of Ecuador. I’d SO be there!

Looking forward to what tomorrow brings me!
– L A♥

I carry around with me this sadness in my heart, a sadness which is underlying, not hidden – but still not visible in everyday life.
And this sadness can be triggered by the simplest of things.

Like in sociology, where we’re reading The Communist Manifesto. Manifesto. Just this one word is enough to send my sadness pulsing through me. There are many manifestos out there, but there are only two I am familiar with; the communist one, and Breivik’s. And then I get really sad.

Or like in criminology. Our professor mentioned the ongoing protests, and talked about how they’d been going on “over the summer”. And then I was emotionally overwhelmed with sadness. The summer, huh? Other things happened “over the summer”, which I was more focused upon.
But he moved on, talking about Emil Durkheim, and explained his study on suicide. Suicide. That was enough to trigger both memory and sadness again. It comes pulsing, crashing through me. And all I want to do is pick up my stuff and leave, to find myself an abandoned corner of the school to sit down and cry. But then I have the academic curiosity, as well as the deep, dwelling desire to move on. And so I stay. Only to get distracted by a picture of a cop. And so it all comes back.

But the worst is when I’m in town, either driving by on the bus, or walking through/around, and I see a real, live cop. Just a bobby, out on patrol. Then I don’t get sad. I get scared. Really fucking scared. All my instincts screams out, telling me to back up, move away, run if I can or have to, but “just get the fuck away from there!” And I hate that. Obviously I don’t do as my instincts say, I calm down and continue on my way to wherever I’m supposed to be. But I recent myself and my mind, my painfully obviously strained mental health, for letting me fear so irrationally and desperately the sociopolitical/criminological organ I love and respect because I know they are there to make our lives safer and to protect us. I know this, and yet my stomach twists and turns in knots, I get nauseous and light-headed, overwhelmed with terror and fear for my life when I see them. It’s so irrational, specially coming from me, who had no part of what happened over summer, I get furious with myself for even reacting this way. When I’m done being angry with myself, I get sad again. And when I can cope with my sadness, my body is left empty and drained.

These emotional trips varies from lasting a few seconds to hours and days.  Who am I to have such fears, when I did not even have to go through any such horrors as my friends, comrades, acquaintances and other youths on that island? I was not even a bystander. And I don’t count myself among those who were directly affected by what happened. I had no close connections with anyone who were there. And yet I dare be scared and sad on the behalf of them, them being a minority of people whom I have never, and may never, seen or spoken with? Of course, I knew of a few of the people who were there, and I’m from such a small rural village that I had close friends who were/are close friends with those affected. But I am not among those people. Even so, my brain has the nerve to react like this, like I was there. Of course, even though I was not physically there, my subconsciousness has taken the privilege to portray myself and my friends, family and other acquaintances placed on that island on the day of horror, displaying every single death, every singe drop of blood spilled, to my inner eye whilst I am sleeping. And when I’m resting. I’m under strain, in a constant battle with my body and my mind, distracting myself to the point where I can rest for some time. Sleeping is not easy, because even if I was not there, I still feel like I was. I have been there in my head, so many times, over and over, seeing my loved ones die. Seeing people I have met, under any circumstances, disintegrate in front of my very eyes, like it was real, like it was really happening, over and over and over and over and over and it’s a never ending cycle of bloodbath in my subconsciousness. I am left drained of all energy and to a certain point; lifeless. I was not even there, but in my own, selfish, ignorant way; I might as well have been.

I am dysfunctional and off balance, not to the point of lunacy, but to a point where I question my own intentions. Because I feel like I am alone in being like this, as I should be and hope I am, but being alone in something means there are no one to talk about this with. And so whenever the appropriate topic comes up in a discussion, I find myself bending it one way or the other, twisting the focus to me and to what happened. So I question myself. Am I really as upset and unbalanced as I feel, or do I feel like this simply because I am an attentionwhore? Do I actually need someone to talk to, or with, or do I just have the need to have people feeling sorry for me.
Seeing as my dreams have mainly consisted of night terrors ever since then, and I feel like I’m feeling all these overwhelming emotions, I am tempted to believe these are the actual conditions, but even so, I cannot help but wonder.

I should leave things at this for now, and go find my happy place for some time.
I might actually need it 🙂

– L A♥

 

Alright, so saying I would be seeing you within a week was a total lie.
But at least I’m here within the next week(since the last post).

This’ll just be a quick update, I’ve got things to do you know.

First things first:
School is still great! Everything is phenomenal!
Even though I miss many of the things I left back home in Norway(bigsiss! 😦 And my little sister. :/).
But they’ll be coming over to visit me some day! *happy*
And mum has just sent me a package with loads of my stuff, which I’m anxiously waiting for 😛
And my tutors are amazing! And very understanding(I will come back to this)…

During my stay here, it has come to my attention that I do not really like to go out to drink; I much rather prefer to stay home and have parties in a more “safe” and well known environment.
The night from Tuesday to Wednesday gave me yet another reason to feel this way.

Tuesday evening I had planned to do my readings for my seminars, but was procrastinating.
When I finally got around to it, I decided that I would do the readings for my 9 o’clock first, and then do the readings for my 11 o’clock in the break between the seminars. So I sat down and started reading my criminology stuff, and found it so interesting! I got really engaged in what I did and my replies to the questions asked, that I didn’t realize it was beginning to get rather late. It wasn’t until I finished, the time dawned upon me… HALF ELEVEN! Shit! So I pack away my books, clean my desk and get ready for bed. As I am setting my alarm for the morning I cast a quick glance at my timetable and fuck me over… I have sociology first, not criminology! Hooray! So to fix this up, I set my alarm for 7 AM, just to be able to get through my stuff roughly, and go to bed.
At 3 AM I’m woken by a “Hilde, Hilde, Hilde, no no no, Hilde, you’re losing all your stuff” and a loud thump. I figure my Norwegian friend has had a drink or two too much, as us Norwegians tend to do. But as I am drifting away to dreamland again, I hear crying. “Wtf?” So I get out of bed and walk into the hallway to see what is going on. SHIT!

Credit to Sblommaert

Credit to Sblommaert

Hilde is lying in her bed, crying her heart out, puke all over, and shouting for her mum. The others don’t quite understand what was going on, as she had just been tipsy when they were on the bus, but when they arrived here, she had suddenly *BANG* went completely limp, and apparently superdrunk. It doesn’t take long before we realize what has happened; Hilde has been spiked. It takes us a couple of hours of me calling her mum, explaining, letting them talk to each other, calling a taxi, the others getting hold of everyone they can, and we ship her off to the hospital. There they confirm our suspicion, and Hilde gets taken care of. At this point, I am still in the flat, cleaning up a bit in her room and trying to get some sleep for my early morning. No can do. And just as they arrive, my 7 o’clock alarm goes off. Up we go, into the shower, check on the others and off to the seminar. Then I realize… the reading. In my sleep deprived mind I explain what has happened, and my tutor, Stan, just looks at me and says: “You should go take a nap. You shouldn’t even be here! No problem, I understand why you haven’t read it.” Thank God for that!

Oh, I don’t remember if I mentioned or not, but the first week here I had to get a new phone in order to get a functional phone with a british number. And do you have any idea how crazy I am? I bought a fucking BlackBerry! And not ANY fucking BlackBerry, THE fucking BlackBerry!

BlackBerry Torch

BlackBerry Torch

Oh yeah! ♥

It is fucking awesome!

Oh, and I have read some books! Well, one book. I’m only halfway into the other.
“In The Miso Soup” by Murakami Ryu (The other way around for us Europeans, and you Americans).
And I’ve got to hand it to him, it is brilliantly done. Even though it is a thriller, I must say: the mix between mundane everyday life, work, relationships, and sex, blood, gore and murder makes it both boring and horrifying. In the “this-could-actually-have-happened-to-me!” sort of way. You get the feeling of being right there, and you are so dragged in, it at points feel like this is your own actual life. Brilliant, just fucking brilliant. Read it!

"In the Miso Soup" by Muramaki Ryu

"In the Miso Soup" by Muramaki Ryu

On a short note, I have also begun to pick up on my Supernatural fangasms again, and have begun where I left off in the beginning/middle of season 5. This still surprised me, though:

"Wtf?"

"Wtf?"

Oh well 😛

I guess I’ll be seeing you around, then 😉
– L A♥

I am contemplating becoming a vlogger, something I believe I have previously mentioned.
I DO think it is fun to record different scenes and editing really isn’t too bad. Except from, you know… the cost of the software :p I downloaded a trial of Corel VideoStudio Pro X3, and it made me realize two things:
1) there is no way I can settle for anything LESS than Adobe Premier Pro (C3/C4)
and
2) making shorts with the only purpose of posting them on Youtube is sort of fun 🙂

Anyone remembering me mentioning this from earlier? xD

Oh well. Now, I’ve been offered conditional offers at 4 out of 5 schools, and the last one has yet to reply.

Lancaster
–  Sounds like a really nice school, but they’re bad at giving out information. My grades are good enough to be accepted at this school, but it’s sort of… pricy. I have yet to search out all the information the internet can provide me with, so I’m still not sure whether this will be a “yes I think so” or “nah, not so sure” school.
Essex
–  Really excellent when it comes to the information bit; both in the mail, and on the internet. The only hindrance in my understanding of their offer, school and various other information, is my own lack of knowledge and understanding of terminology. I should probably have done some more research before applying. xP Campus looks great, school seems awesome, love their courses and offers, the way they genuinely strive for making things the most convenient for the students and it’s not too expensive. I did some basic math, and it seems I could actually afford going here, without loaning too much from the bank. But we’ll see.
York
–  The first school to receive my application, reply to it, give me information and accepting me. But the information they’ve been giving me is only half-hearted. Is almost as if they’re trying to say “Yeah, we’ve got room for you and all, and we’d REALLY like you over here, since you’d be studying abroad. But just don’t get your hopes up. You won’t be fully accepted here.” Driving me bitching crazy! …because I’m actually a tad bit curious about this Uni, and the area it’s located in. Yet, it really doesn’t matter; I am quite certain my grades are not good enough.
Swansea
–  Now, this was initially going to be my first choise, since two of my friends from the school I’ve been attending for the last three years have been accepted there. And this is also why I ran in to my mothers room at 3 in the morning +1 GMT, jumping up and down on her bed singing “I might have a chance there, I might have a chance there!”. Of course, this is a good school, so they would really like to see good grades. I am sorry to inform you that I simply cannot do that. Unless they want to see my friends results. Honestly, I feel a bit disappointed though. I think it might be a bit easier for me to have someone I already know somewhere around me, but not having to be with them ALL. THE. TIME. I am really anxious about the whole “moving-to-the-UK-and-go-study-with-new-people”-thing, and I am deadly afraid of once again becoming the outcast I have been over here. Knowing SOMEBODY, even if they don’t like me so well, would calm me a little. The ones I know who has been accepted there doesn’t seem to _hate_ me, and conversations with them is easy. You know, common grounds and all that. Which would be strengthened in the UK. But shit happens, and I’ll always manage to go by with 2-4 more years of being the one people never recognize as another fellow human being. =^___^=
…and no. The information they have provided me is not really enough for me to even want to apply to their school. xD

The last school I applied to, was Stirling. They were the second school to receive my application, and yet: no reply. Probably not a good sign, eh? xD Oh well. Now, I have ALWAYS been fascinated by Scotland, and my interest in this school is fairly high. (AND, I do believe the famous David Tennant look-a-like vlogger Liam Dryden a.k.á. Littleradge is from around the area. Or study there. Or HAVE studied there.) At any rate, this school is supposed to be good, and they started off with light, necessary information. But unfortunately, it all stopped here. We’ll just have to see what the Internet can tell, me, then! 😀

And thank you so much to Mari from AtP for all her help!

And thank you so much to Mari from AtP for all her help!

Oh, and someone just made my day.
I received a text from an old friend, explaining that he only tried to get a hold of me last night so that he could tell me he’s soon going to be single again. This sort of gave me the distinctive feeling that this certain someone has missed me a bit xD haha ^^

Oh well, I explained to him that he is late with this information. I’ll soon be moving anyway. (And I don’t need old baggage in my closet.)
…maybe I should tell him that since the last time we met, I’ve gotten fat, blonde(!!) and developed an interest in social outcast that kill? xD Hahaha, oh, am I not hilarious? *dies* xD

Music:
Try out both Ke$has album “Animal” and 3OH!3s album “Streets of Gold”.
Actually lot’s of good summertunes there. 😀